What a terrible picture of me. Blimey. How beautiful is Blarney! We walked around the exterior of Blarney Castle for hours. We got lost, but we didn’t care. It was one of those experiences. I wished Lenore had come with us to the gardens, but alas she had more important matters like dealing with my career.
Burbank was carrying the communicator and talking a lot about where we could go to get the best signal. I wasn’t really sure what his ramblings were about—all too scientific for my pebbly brain.
Eventually we did get to high ground on the battlements where people used to chuck spears out of turrets, or so I assume. I didn’t get the audio guide or anything. Burbank said we should stop here, and he fiddled about with the communicator. When he’d boosted the signal the best he could, we watched the sky and waited and waited and waited.
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